to the fresher in subs,
i’ve forgotten your name.
there’s a certain predictability to thursday night
bottom shelf wine sprays the room pink
crushed cans bloom metallica
fresher frenzy emerges clockwork with each drink
the savagery of subs
makes horrible animals to fear
teeth spit glass shards red and white
cigarette ash nests in our hair.
our skin burns of ethanol
the volume reaches its limits
hair twines like smoke around our hips
and our blood tastes of spirits.
to the fresher in subs,
it’s not the unironic way you called me a snack
but your dance moves
that earn you a diss track.
i’ll never drink tequila again
between us two slices of lemon drips
your hall or mine?
you lick the salt off my lips.
your graffiti face warps crayon and fur under the neon
a condom crackles under my thigh, innocuous
eyes like watery beer
you look at the bartender’s boobs and lose focus
silver-coin night swirls to sunrise
incandescent red and gold cockleshell
he spins me under the arches of maccas
i remember his name with a triumphant yell!